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  • wake up to a gray morning.

    dress and go for a run in the park, come back home and the sky opens up and it rains. flooding my backyard and making my body feel heavy.

    phone call from the man i love, thousands of miles away. the warm comfort of his voice as i light a cigarette and listed to his whiskey soaked story of filming and late night hotel rooms. the sun is rising in seattle, and alone on my coast my day seems to be suspended.

    waiting for him to come home, waiting for the rain to stop, waiting for the energy to begin a new day.
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